Balin Quotes in The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (2014)

[Bilbo starts off home, speaking only to Balin]

Bilbo Baggins: Could you tell the others I say goodbye?

Balin: Tell them yourself.

[Bilbo sees that the Company has come to see him off]

Bilbo Baggins: If you ever pass through Bag End, tea is at four. You are welcome ANY time. Don't bother knocking!

Thorin Oakenshield: [Staring at the space on the throne where the Arkenstone would be] It is here in these halls.

Dwalin: We have searched and searched everywhere.

Balin: We all want to see the Arkenstone returned.

Thorin Oakenshield: [seething] And yet it's still not found!

Balin: Do you doubt the loyalty of any of us? The Arkenstone is the birthright of our people.

Thorin Oakenshield: It is the King's Jewel. AM I NOT THE KING? Know this. If anyone should find the Arkenstone and withhold it from me, I will be avenged.

[seeing the destroyed Laketown]

Balin: Poor souls.

Gandalf: The king is dead.

Balin: [raises sword] Long live the king!

Balin: It's just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth.

Bilbo Baggins: Funeral arrangements?

[reads contract]

Bilbo Baggins: Oh, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for injuries including but not limited to laceration, evisceration... incineration?

Bofur: Oh, aye. He'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.

Balin: You all right, laddie?

Bilbo Baggins: Yeah, I'll be. Feel a bit faint

Bofur: Think furnace, with wings.

Bilbo Baggins: Yeah, I-I-I need air

Bofur: Flash of light, searing pain, then poof, you're nothing more than a pile of ash.

Bilbo Baggins: [long pause] Nope.

[faints]

Gandalf: Very helpful, Bofur.

Balin: [after overhearing Bilbo tell Gandalf he will not join the Dwarves on their journey] It appears we have lost our burglar. Probably for the best. The odds were always against us. After all, what are we? Merchants, miners, tinkerers, toy-makers. Hardly the stuff of legend.

Thorin Oakenshield: There are a few warriors amongst us.

Balin: Old warriors.

Thorin Oakenshield: I would take each and every one of these Dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills. For when I called upon them, they answered. Loyalty. Honor. A willing heart... I can ask no more than that.

Balin: You don't have to do this. You have a choice. You've done honorably by our people. You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains, a life of peace, and plenty. A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor.

Thorin Oakenshield: [He holds up the key Gandalf has given him] From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day when the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice Balin. Not for me.

Balin: Then we are with you, laddie. We will see it done.

Balin: Don't mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate Orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria... but our enemy had got there first. Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs, led by the most vile of all their race, Azog the Defiler. The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the King. Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed; we did not know. We were leaderless, defeat and death were upon us. That is when I saw him; the young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe, his armour rent, wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield... Azog the Defiler learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied and drove the Orcs back; our enemy had been defeated... but there was no feast or songs that night, for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived and I thought to myself then 'There is one I could follow. There is one I could call King'.

Balin: Ohhh! Evening, brother.

Dwalin: By my beard, you're shorter and wider than last time we met.

Balin: Wider, not shorter. But sharp enough for the both of us.

Balin: What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?

Thorin Oakenshield: Aye, envoys from all seven kingdoms.

Balin: Ah, all of them!

Dwalin: And what did the Dwarves of the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?

Thorin Oakenshield: They will not come. They say this quest is ours and ours alone.

Balin: I have to agree with Mr. Baggins, he is hardly burglar material.

Dwalin: Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.

Elrond: This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver, a famous blade. Made by the High Elves of the West, my kin.

[hands it back to Thorin]

Elrond: May it serve you well.

[unsheathes Gandalf's sword]

Elrond: And this is Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin. These swords were made for the Goblin Wars long ago...

[Bilbo curiously looks at his own sword's blade]

Balin: Wouldn't bother, lad. Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war.

Bilbo Baggins: What are you saying? That my sword hasn't seen battle?

Balin: Not actually sure it is a sword. More of a letter opener, really.

Great Goblin: [about his "Goblin Town" song] Catchy, isn't it? It's one of my own, personal compositions.

Balin: [appalled] That's not a song...

[shouts]

Balin: It's an ABOMINATION!

[the other dwarves shout and jeer in angry agreement]

Great Goblin: Abominations, disfigurations, mutilations, and repulsions... That's all you're going to find down here.

Balin: [sees a chamber full of dead dwarves, with their only means of escape blocked] The last of our kin. They must have come here hoping beyond hope. We could make for the mines. Might last a few days.

Thorin Oakenshield: No. I will not die like this, cowering, clawing for breath. We make for the forges.

Dwalin: He'll see us! Sure as death.

Thorin Oakenshield: Not if we split up.

Balin: Thorin, we'll never make it.

Thorin Oakenshield: Some of us might. Lead him to the forges. We kill the dragon. If this is to end in fire, then we will all burn together!

[hearing a rumbling noise within the Mountain]

Dori: Was that an earthquake?

Balin: That, my lad, was a dragon.

[from trailer]

Balin: It never ceases to amaze me, the courage of Hobbits...

[observes a carving of the Arkenstone]

Bilbo Baggins: What's that?

Balin: That is the Arkenstone.

Bilbo Baggins: And what is it?

Thorin Oakenshield: That, Master Burglar, is why you are here.

Thorin Oakenshield: You're afraid.

Balin: Yes! Yes, I'm afraid! I fear for YOU, Thorin. A sickness lies on that treasure, a sickness that drove your grandfather mad!

Thorin Oakenshield: I am not my grandfather.

Balin: You are not yourself! The Thorin I know would not hesitate...

Thorin Oakenshield: I will not risk this quest for the life of one burglar.

Balin: Bilbo. His name is Bilbo!

[as Bilbo enters Erebor]

Balin: Bilbo, if there is indeed a live dragon down there, don't waken it.

Thorin Oakenshield: [after putting in the key and opening the door] Erebor.

Balin: [In tears] Thorin.

Thorin Oakenshield: I know these walls. These halls. This stone. Do you remember it Balin? Chambers filled with golden light.

Balin: I remember.

Gloin: [Reading the Dwarvish writing in the stone] Herein lies the 7th kingdom of Durin's folk. May the heart of the mountain unite all dwarves in defense of this home.

Balin: The throne of the king.

Bilbo Baggins: [Observing the carving] And what's that, above it?

Balin: The arkenstone.

Bilbo Baggins: And what's that?

Thorin Oakenshield: That, Master Burglar, is why you are here.

Dwalin: [on Bard] I don't care what he calls himself, I don't like him.

Balin: We do not have to like him, we simply have to pay him!

Bilbo Baggins: You do know we're one short; where's Bofur?

Thorin Oakenshield: If he's not here, we leave him behind.

Balin: We have to, if we're to find the door before nightfall. We can risk no more delays.

Balin: [to Thorin] We'll get this started in a jiffy!

Dwalin: [seeing Smaug breaking through the iron framework to the boiler room] We don't have a jiffy!